Ellie has, over the last couple of nights, defected from Jeff's side of the bed to mine. She's normally more of a daddy's girl, so it's terribly nice to wake up with a pile of Ellie, snoozing away at my feet.
Marty, on the other hand, hasn't slept with us in weeks. This makes me sad.
We're going to fit 15 people into our little house today. Luckily, they're arriving in stages. Still, I'm mildly afeared.